The three kings followed the shepherds and arrived at the place where the newborn was. There was an air of profound spirituality. A cold breeze filled the atmosphere with joy. The shepherds who were there shared in perfect harmony. The three kings entered a small shack that looked like a barn. Upon entering, they spotted among the animals a young couple with a newborn in the arms of a young woman. The baby slept, and they headed towards them.

Melchior:     The peace be with you. We are four kings who want to pay our respects to the Messiah of the world. I am Melchior, and my gift for the Messiah is gold.

Caspar:       I am Caspar, and my gift for the Messiah is incense.

Balthazar:  I am Balthazar, and my gift for the Messiah is myrrh.

          Joseph looked at Mary and then at Melchior. He looked at them tenderly and spoke.

Melchior:    Yes, I know what you think. We are four kings who bring our most precious treasures to the Messiah of the world. The fourth king is not with us, but his spirit is here. His gift is not material. It is a blessing for your son and you, a benefit that will also be available to the world. Whoever needs it needs to ask the Messiah for it. The gold symbolizes the wealth of the soul, the incense represents the purity of the spirit, and the myrrh signifies the sacrifice and suffering that the Messiah will endure.

          The other kings, along with Mary and Joseph, were intrigued by Melchior’s words and their deeper meaning. They waited in anticipation for him to finish speaking, eager to understand the full extent of his message.

Melchior:    The gift before the fourth king is the power to be invisible in danger. When someone or something wants to hurt you, the blessing will make you invisible to the threat, and nothing will happen to you. Before leaving, I also want to ask for that blessing; we need it to return to our countries.

           At that moment, the newborn opened his eyes for the first time and seemed to smile at Melchior. Nobody noticed it. Only Melchior seemed to understand what happened. The wind blew again, and a profound peace wrapped everyone up. With a gesture, the kings said goodbye and started on their way.

Caspar:       Melchor, soldiers are coming toward us.

Melchior:    Don’t be afraid; we are invisible in the face of danger.

           Melchior began meditating on everything that had happened on their trip. He said goodbye to the other kings, who continued their way to their different countries. After one day, he arrived at an oasis to rest; when he entered, he heard the story of a king who saved the life of a dying man.

Melchior:    Hello, good man. What you said is interesting. Do you know the name of that king?

Man:           Yes, I will never forget his name. It was me, the person he saved. His name is Artabán.

Melchior:     Artabán! It’s a name that comes from Persian. Can you tell me where this king’s palace is?

Man:           Yes, my lord. Sit down, drink water, and I’ll tell you where my king’s palace is.

          At the end of their conversation, Melchior set out to meet Artabán. He had to wait a few days to talk to the king. Artabán had left, and nobody knew where he was. After three days, their encounter became a reality. Artabán entered the palace and was received by his servant.

Servant:       Oh, my lord, a person is waiting for you. I did not know what to do, and I sheltered him.

Artaban:      A wise decision. Take me where he is.

           The servant took him where Melchior was. The two kings looked at each other. They made a gesture of greeting, and Artabán began the conversation.

Artaban:      Good day. Can you tell me your name? Are you my old friend, who I can see for the first time?

Melchior:     Good day, King Artabán. You are right. We had known each other for a long time but never met. My name is Balthazar. I wanted to meet you and tell you that your gift arrived at its destination.

Artaban:      Yes, I know. I had an incident and couldn’t arrive at Mesopotamia on time.

Melchior: You don’t have to tell me the story; I already know it. What I need help understanding is what happened next.

Artaban:       I spent a few days with the man I saved in the desert and decided to return to my palace. Later, I changed my mind, and I came back on my way to Bethlehem. Over there, I saw a lot of killing, but I heard that the soldiers did not find the Messiah. At that moment, I knew that my gift had reached its destination. Thank you for being the carrier of my present.

Melchior:     No, I must thank you; your gift also saved the lives of my companions and me. I must admit that it was the best present we brought to the Messiah. You were the only one who thought about something spiritual.

Artaban:       Please, don’t give me so much credit. I only knew it after my incident in the desert. I was sad, and then I realized that I had chosen the wrong gift. My desire for material wealth blinded me, and I didn’t understand the true meaning of the Messiah’s birth. Only after this incident did I truly understand the importance of spiritual gifts.

Melchior:     I don’t understand; I told you it was the best present. Without that gift, we would die.

Artabán:      Yes, I know, but that was not my original present. Greed took possession of me. I didn’t want to make a single gift to the Messiah. I tried to get three presents: a sapphire, a ruby, and a “pearl of great price.” The three were good presents, but I didn’t understand what the world’s Creator wanted me to do. I couldn’t see the Messiah because of my mistake. The Creator of the universe did not want anything material for his son, and I didn’t understand it. That’s why I couldn’t get there on time. Then I realized, and I sent you the message.

Melchior:    It was a lesson for you and now for me. Material possessions are not essential in this life; spirituality is what matters, the only thing that lasts forever.

Artaban:      Yes, my dear Balthazar. Now, I only want this message to reach those who live in this world and are worried about material things. We must understand that material possessions don’t fill the emptiness many of us have in our hearts. True wealth lies in our spiritual connection and understanding of the world.

Melchior:    You have given us the gift. The hard part is knowing that it is accurate and accepting it.

Editor:

In the following chapter, Artaban makes an unexpected decision.

Here is a cleaned-up version with spelling, punctuation, and minor grammar corrections, keeping your style, voice, and meaning intact. I did not rewrite creatively—only polished for clarity and correctness.

The Kings Worship the Messiah

The three kings followed the shepherds and came to where the newborn was. There was an air of profound spirituality. A cold breeze filled the atmosphere with joy. The shepherds who were there shared in perfect harmony. The three kings entered a small shack that looked like a barn. Upon entering, they spotted, among the animals, a young couple with a newborn in the arms of a young woman. The baby slept, and they headed toward them.

Melchior:

Peace be with you. We are four kings who want to pay our respects to the Messiah of the world. I am Melchior, and my gift for the Messiah is gold.

Caspar:

I am Caspar, and my gift for the Messiah is incense.

Balthazar:

I am Balthazar, and my gift for the Messiah is myrrh.

Joseph looked at Mary and then at Melchior. He looked at them tenderly and spoke.

Melchior:

Yes, I know what you think. We are four kings who bring our most precious treasures to the Messiah of the world. The fourth king is not with us, but his spirit is here. His gift is not material. It is a blessing for your son and for you, a benefit that will also be available to the world. Whoever needs it must ask the Messiah for it. The gold symbolizes the wealth of the soul, the incense represents the purity of the spirit, and the myrrh signifies the sacrifice and suffering that the Messiah will endure.

The other kings, along with Mary and Joseph, were intrigued by Melchior’s words and their deeper meaning. They waited in anticipation for him to finish speaking, eager to understand the full extent of his message.

Melchior:

The gift of the fourth king is the power to be invisible in danger. When someone or something wants to hurt you, the blessing will make you invisible to the threat, and nothing will happen to you. Before leaving, I also want to ask for that blessing; we will need it to return to our countries.

At that moment, the newborn opened his eyes for the first time and seemed to smile at Melchior. Nobody noticed it—only Melchior seemed to understand what had happened. The wind blew again, and a profound peace wrapped everyone up. With a gesture, the kings said goodbye and started on their way.

Caspar:

Melchior, soldiers are coming toward us.

Melchior:

Don’t be afraid; we are invisible in the face of danger.

Melchior began meditating on everything that had happened during their trip. He said goodbye to the other kings, who continued on their way to their different countries. After one day, he arrived at an oasis to rest. When he entered, he heard the story of a king who had saved the life of a dying man.

Melchior:

Hello, good man. What you said is interesting. Do you know the name of that king?

Man:

Yes, I will never forget his name. It was me—the person he saved. His name is Artabán.

Melchior:

Artabán! It’s a name that comes from Persian. Can you tell me where this king’s palace is?

Man:

Yes, my lord. Sit down, drink water, and I’ll tell you where my king’s palace is.

At the end of their conversation, Melchior set out to meet Artabán. He had to wait a few days to talk to the king. Artabán had left, and nobody knew where he was. After three days, their encounter became a reality. Artabán entered the palace and was received by his servant.

Servant:

Oh, my lord, a person is waiting for you. I did not know what to do, so I sheltered him.

Artabán:

A wise decision. Please take me to where he is.

The servant led him to Melchior. The two kings looked at each other. They made a gesture of greeting, and Artabán began the conversation.

Artabán:

Good day. Can you tell me your name? Are you my old friend, whom I see for the first time?

Melchior:

Good day, King Artabán. You are right. We have known each other for a long time but have never met. My name is Balthazar. I wanted to meet you and tell you that your gift arrived at its destination.

Artabán:

Yes, I know. I had an incident and couldn’t arrive in Mesopotamia on time.

Melchior:

You don’t have to tell me the story; I already know it. What I need help understanding is what happened next.

Artabán:

I spent a few days with the man I saved in the desert and decided to return to my palace. Later, I changed my mind and came back on my way to Bethlehem. There, I saw much killing, but I heard that the soldiers did not find the Messiah. At that moment, I knew that my gift had reached its destination. Thank you for being the carrier of my present.

Melchior:

No, I must thank you. Your gift also saved the lives of my companions and me. I must admit that it was the best present we brought to the Messiah. You were the only one who thought of something spiritual.

Artabán:

Please, don’t give me so much credit. I only understood it after my incident in the desert. I was sad, and then I realized that I had chosen the wrong gift. My desire for material wealth blinded me, and I didn’t understand the true meaning of the Messiah’s birth. Only after this incident did I truly understand the importance of spiritual gifts.

Melchior:

I don’t understand; I told you it was the best present. Without that gift, we would have died.

Artabán:

Yes, I know, but that was not my original gift. Greed took possession of me. I didn’t want to bring a single gift to the Messiah. I tried to bring three presents: a sapphire, a ruby, and a pearl of great price. They were good gifts, but I didn’t understand what the Creator of the world wanted me to do. I couldn’t see the Messiah because of my mistake. The Creator of the universe did not want anything material for His Son, and I didn’t understand that. That is why I couldn’t arrive on time. Then I realized it, and I sent you the message.

Melchior:

It was a lesson for you and now for me. Material possessions are not essential in this life; spirituality is what matters—the only thing that lasts forever.

Artabán:

Yes, my dear Balthazar. Now, I only want this message to reach those who live in this world and worry about material things. We must understand that material possessions do not fill the emptiness many of us have in our hearts. True wealth lies in our spiritual connection and understanding of the world.

Melchior:

You have given us the gift. The hard part is knowing that it is true and accepting it.

Editor’s Note:

In the following chapter, Artabán makes an unexpected decision.